I aim to love as hard as my mother did.
Within the limits my mind places in front of me.
She would set boundaries and I would set goals on how to tiptoe past them.
Her concern would call me while I was out.
Her love would walk beside me when I came in.
Arguments upon my exits and silence upon my entry.
She would just tell me to “go eat”
because nothing we shouted at each other really mattered.
I’d know where she was coming from
and fall in line once the space between us cleared my head.
Now I crave a love that limitless and a devotion that strong.
To get that feeling of fulfillment from it within my soul.
That only occurs when I let my subconscious take the wheel.
I took that love for granted for at least half the time I had it.
I was embarrassed and she was shameless.
Now I’m reminiscing and she’s missing.
Only returning in my attempts to bring my words to life.
She’s flown away while I’m still getting my footing.
She made it look easy.
I’m scared of my wingspan.
Scared of the wind forgetting that it moves for me until I’m able to move for myself..
just like she did.
